Wheeling Gull Isle cavern, chambers, cascading

That got his attention. In an instant, the stranger whipped his head around, completing a full circle and a half before his wide, emerald gaze settled on Ruvik. The boy shrank before him, hide end lowering into the cold waters as he instinctively submitted. "S-s-sorr-..." he stammered, all at once recalling the encounter with the terrifying woman he had met at Rusalka's border.

Only here, he could not run away. Here, he was bound to run into this man more than once. "S-sorry, sorry," Ruvik finally managed, his wobbly voice barely controlled. He backed up a few steps, before rising ever so slightly. "Ruvik...Ruvik sorry, only w-want to say...hi."